On a clear day you can see yourself In real estate and shop windows I'm all ears today and besides it's your birthday, What else can I do I'm insatiable. Inner-animal. Goddamn it there's no reasonable telling why I'm the tick tick-tocking on the wall Red, fine, crooked lines and all Between the time you bide And the time you waste With haste we steady go Taken for a long bitter joke I'm melting to the road, the endless kind We're shrinking our damn guts to save for enough We'll cheat until we're rich as shit, open up And tell me tell me what is wrong with a little cheapened sale A symbol for what I disgust, Now show me what is real